Gold Mountain Casino

xx_______Take it all! My Love, my anger

Valentine's arm reached out opening the door, that was in his path. The banging of drums could be heard from those who stood around him, from the music blasting in his ear drums. The song being "Down with the Sickness" by The Disturbed. He'd shake the nerves from his body as he viewed what little crowd had came early to view the fight. His last fight, had been a little dull and he could tell that the crowd wasn't very pleased. The first thing he began to do would be stretch, seeing as his opponents had yet to arrive.

_______xx And all of my sorrows!

Since Crawley was fighting next...

He decided to stick "backstage" and watch what was happening on a screen.

"Probably in the lobby..."

Crawley scratched at one side of his face and sighed.

"I hope Fox beats this guy quick."

-Heading towards the backstage area, he knew he was a little late.. again but, better late than never. To his surprise, he found a random Tv to see who was up. Fox versus Valentine, nothing came to mind just yet. He stood there silent and expressionless for a moment before uttering other words in thought. I wonder..-

xx_______Take it all! My Love, my anger

Valentine walked up the steel steps, reaching the top he'd step onto the canvas of the ring. He'd bend under the first rope, slipping his leg through stepping into the ring. He'd get into a boxing stance throwing a couple of quick jabs, quickly shifting into a wrestling stance, practicing a couple of shots. He'd stop and turn to face Fox, cracking his neck. " I'm ready when you are."

_______xx And all of my sorrows!

xx_______Take it all! My Love, my anger

Valentine looked at the opponent, and the ladder. But more importantly than the ladder he looked at the foot kicking the ladder at him. He'd roll to his right, his opponent's left to avoid the ladder, rising to his feet in a boxing stance, instead of his former wrestling stance. His eyes looked at the man, and his left fist would throw a jab. A small amount of ki energy extending itself out from Valentine's arm so that would be able to reach his opponent.

_______xx And all of my sorrows!

The ki hits him in the face like a slap, but he brushes it off and goes to clothesline Val with his right arm, with a little jump/leap with it, making Val's fist, if it was still out, go under his right arm and miss his face.

Part of his right forearm, just below the wrist, intending to smash Val's face, while the bicep area goes to clothesline the neck.

2/17

George snatches the magazine from Crawley and looks it over.

"Wha? Isn't this the chica that interrupted our commercial? Man, not bad, not bad, but- s**t man, She looks kinda like a dude, and she's got a tail..."

He tosses the magazine back to Crawley.

"You can keep that freaky s**t to yourself. Besides, she's got nothing on that chick from the Lubu team."

Dashboard Wrote:

George snatches the magazine from Crawley and looks it over.

"Wha? Isn't this the chica that interrupted our commercial? Man, not bad, not bad, but- s**t man, She looks kinda like a dude, and she's got a tail..."

He tosses the magazine back to Crawley.

"You can keep that freaky st to yourself. Besides, she's got nothing on that chick from the Lubu team." "Man you are crazy. That girl has got it going ON. She could have a dk bigger than mine, and I'd still dust her off. I'd hold her tail and bam bam bam bam....... bam bam bam bam bam bam bam bam"

Thrust thrust thrust, Crawley was bouncing around in his chair as he thrusted his pelvis in the air like he just didn't care. Then he settled down and flipped the page to Athena from Lubu.

"And Athena looks good and all, but they photoshopped this picture. Besides look at those muscles on her chest. Not that she couldn't still get the ball sack.. but at least Tiera has muscles in her legs. You know.. big strong horselegs and a hueg a. I like that st."

He closed the magazine and nonchalantly tossed it in the direction of George.

"Besides I don't think anybody named 'WHORE-hay' should be talking down about freaky isht."

Mr. Crawley Wrote:

"Besides I don't think anybody named 'WHORE-hay' should be talking down about freaky isht."

George smacks the magazine aside.

"You can't fabricate that kind of sexiness, homes! If you want to talk about photoshopping, look at that st! Horse legs, huge a? What the hell are-"

He pauses.

"Wait, what did you just call me?"

With that, he hops to his feet and grabs the table in front of him-

"No one... insults my name!"

Then throws that s**t at Crawley!

Oh it's on.

George's ready for this s**t. He gets ready in his wrasslin' stance.

"Bullshit, homes. I'd rather be dominated by Athena than some chick with man-legs and a tail!"

Crawley jumps at him and suddenly he's on the ground gettin' a mask pounded into his face.

"Oof Oof, b***h..."

"GET OFF ME!!!"

Fantasma reaches to his side, grabbing hold of a wooden leg from the shattered table and brings it up to smack Crawley in the side of the head, and hopefully off him.

George shakes his head and stands to his feet.

"That's your first mistake a*****e..."

He tosses the chair leg to the side and climbs up onto the recliner he had been sitting in. He stands to his feet, gaining some added height.

"Assuming I'd even let you get back up! GRAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

He leaps from the chair and-

ELBOW DROP BETWEEN THE SHOULDERBLADES!

Fantasma's back on his feet and looking down at his teammate.

"Yeah, what'cha got to say now?"

He delivers a quick stomp to his Crawley's right shoulder.

"What'chu got to say now?" George reaches down and grabs hold of both sides of Crawley's head (probably by the ears) and pulls him back to his feet.

"Oh? What's that?" George leans his head down to Crawley's as if he were whispering something in his ear. "You still think Ol' manly horselegs is the hotness? I beg you to reconsider friend. Here-"

He places Crawley's head under his right armpit and locks it in place.

"HAVE A CLOSER LOOK!"

-WHAM-

He drops down and DDTs Crawley face first into the magazine!

Oh, but it's not over yet! He's up again and pulling his comrade back up in the same manner as before. This time though, he'd hoist the man over his shoulders in what looked like a fireman's carry, only much more sinister!

"GRAAAH!"

George struts around the room like this, slowly working up a spin before he decides to simply drop him, leaving Crawley to whatever fate gravity had for him.

A fight had broken out between the Mata Leon members, Blake though was ignorant as he was playing the slots rather heavily. With each drop of a coin his pocket became lighter; but he wasn't really getting anything out of it.

Eventually though an attendant would get him, right after he'd gone and put a coin in. There was no way he was going to leave in the middle of his play and it took like a minuet for it to stop spinning all together.

"Get a dolly."

The attendant was confused by what he was saying until Blake began to man handle the slot machine to the back stage. Maybe it was just a ploy to steal the equipment.

So while his team mates fought he dragged a slot machine.

While Fantasma was gathering his strength to get up. Crawley made his way back over to the magazine. He picked it up and looked at the spread of Tiera...

He looked at it for a second or two... then started vigorously rubbing it on his chest and other parts of his body (pause), wrinkling the pages. He'd have to buy another one now.

"Aww yeah baby..... ssssssss"

All members of MATA LEON have issues. Either way...

Dashboard Wrote:

"-Over Sierra's rock-hard c**k anyday, you HOMO!"

Crawley launched himself through the air at George and thrusted his feet out at his chest to dropkick him and send him flying back out the door.

"YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT ABOUT THIS!"

He yelled, rushing outside after him.

Crawley stormed down the hall after Dash yelling intelligibly

"ALBHLULAHBULAHBLUHALAUELHBLAUHE!"

Here he was, running like hell towards the ring when a man came around the corner with a slot machine and ******** everything up!

"Oh shi-"

George takes to the air, attempting to hop over the device now sliding towards him. He almost clears it, almost.

THUD!

His left shin ends up smacking against the machine, causing him to tumble over and come crashing into the ground. He takes the fall like a trooper though, and recovers by rolling along the floor.

"Dammit..." George comes to rest on his back and grabs his supposidly injured shin.

"SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Blake crouched down to look at the magazine and studied it. He couldn't say that the woman wasn't hot, only thing that perturbed him was the tail.

"I wouldn't kick her out of bed."

"Oh s**t..."

Blake was developing a nasty habit of falling to the ground and the clothesline sent him down and he cursed.

"Dirty ********. You'd kick a body like that out of your bed? You're sodding mad."

Rolling off to his side he got back up to his feet just as Crawley was falling.

A customer at the Casino couldn't help but shout,

"YAHTZEE!"

Noise somewhat quieting down, the music begun to start up playing "Collide" by Anarchy club. There goes the 5'11 arctic wonder moving from the backstage onto the platform and scoped out the audience as he marched on. What's this? the cold warrior stopped for a moment along the ramp and got himself amped as the pyrotechnics went off. BLAM! BLAM! was what could be heard throughout the arena from the fireworks display as well as the display of physique.

After pumping himself up and letting his mighty legs convey his frigid form towards the ring, he noticed the size of the Ring and quirked a brow from the view.

"This is gonna be fun." being uttered with delight and a hearty smirk across his icy lips, he would then leap up and flip over the top rope before throwing a couple of jabs in the air to keep himself more at ease.Seeing that he's the first to be out, he would mosey on along about the ring and watch his opponent enter.-

The crowd was now pumped! Their cheers had risen up once more! Now they began chanting the warcry heard round the world from Crawley! "CHESTO, CHESTO, CHESTO, CHESTO"

"IN THE RED CORNER! MR. 100K!

MIIIIIIISTEEEER CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAWLEEEEEEEEEEEEY"

Then it blared.... Inner Light - Shocking Lemons

Crawley appeared from behind the curtain in his hoodie carrying 2 belts on his shoulder. One was his Tag belt with C. Fox, the other was a belt he had made to remember being 1st Bloodbath Champion. Of course if you didn't know, he also had that written on the side of the head area of his hoodie.

He bounced lightly a little, taking in the atmosphere. Then he started out to the ring with a brisk pace. He kept his head low but out the corners of his eye he saw his fans reactions.

And he was pleased.

He got himself in the ring. Spinning around once and then throwing his hands in the air as he snatched the hood off his head. Then he took the entire thing off and nodded as he looked around. Now he was ready.

He pointed at his opponent. The crowd "Oooooooo-ed"

It was time...

-Part 2 of 2 end-

-Viewing such an entrance, he snickered a bit and simply bounced in place. Yeah it was pretty big but either way, it kept him pumped that he up against another fan favorite. He was set after all was done and his opponent became ready to begin the match-up. The bell rung to begin and he had his dark brawny limbs position in an orthodox boxing stance with his chin lightly tucked in as he shuffled across the ring to approach his opponent. To start things off was a simple swift left jab towards the center of his face.-

{1}

-Feeling his fist connect to the face, he would quickly follow up with an angular right hook towards the solarplexus. The visible sapphire optic grew fixated upon his adversary with each thought plotting the next move, trying to stay ahead.-

{2-17}

• Damn!

Caught off guard by the sudden hold and rush, he kept stepping back to keep himself on his feet. Thud! his back nailed the corner turnbuckle and he let out a grunt of slight pain and the ropes trembled from the impact of the two. Inhaling quick and deep, almost hissing. Artix worked his arm(s) around trying to slip them towards the outside and push him back to make him stumble a little bit but, if an arm was actually free, the frigid being would slam his elbow towards the top of Crawleys dome(head) while his back was against the turnbuckle.-

{3}

"Ooof!"

-lowering his head and hunching over from the knee strike towards the gut, he felt his hand raise up his head. Before he knew it. Smack! the sound echoed throughout the arena and Artix visible eye illuminate for a good second as he growled with his head turned towards the side. The crowd did Ooooo but the hit was endured. When his opponent let up on the attack to knock over the ladder and set it elsewhere, Artix had already launched himself off the corner turnbuckle with a simple push and lunged forward into a hard dropkick towards the opponents abdomen. Such force into the strike would send him flying into the opposite turnbuckle.-

{4/17}

{1.}

-As he rose up on his feet as he can still slightly feel where those two hits connected. Seeing him lay on the ladder, he rushed forward once more but was going for another drop kick.No.. It was knee strike towards the gut. Not really, Artix had jumped up to have his feet pressed against the stomach as he curled in to lock his hands behind his neck. He planned on letting gravity bring down his 232 pound body along with the opponent and force him backwards performing the monkey flip at the push of his feet. Once Crawley landed on his back, the ice fighter would roll backwards into a stand and go for a simple elbow drop towards his sternum for a follow up.-

{5/17}

[2]

Artix Chimera Wrote:

Not really, Artix had jumped up to-- Crawley, the miracle kid sprung up off the ladder and caught Artix around the waist, but slightly off to the side. Since he was all for having his weight crash down on things, Crawley decided to guide Artix into Bronco Bustering the steel ladder.

Ow.

Crawley dropped to one knee to rest for a moment and then stood up, taking Artix's head in his hands to flip him down over his shoulder for a snapmare, tossing him flat on his a** but still sitting up. Then he wrapped his arms around his head for a Faux RNC with his chin tilted slightly up.

"CHESTOOOOOOOOOOH!"

5/17

(empty)

-Being caught in the air and misguided into the ladder instead of his target, Clack! Clack! the ladder went when he crashed into it. After the miss, he was flipped over on his a** and put into a sumbmission hold. He would of plotted another way to escape the grasp but, an unexpected turn of events took it's course. One of the adversaries partners came into the ring and cold clocked him in the face that caused him to go limp.

Where was the other member of team Fist? nobody knows.-

{6/17}

{3}

Mr. Crawley Wrote:

Crawley released Artix upon Blake kicking him. He stood up, as if to stretch and then he thumbed in his tights to fix adjust them as he watched his opponent on the ground.

He backed up just a little bit, then ran to the ropes, parallel the way Artix' body was laying, he jumped up to the second rope and sprang off it, turning around in air and flipping forward for a senton at his opponent's limp body.

Then he sprang up and jumped on the second rope across the ring from the previous one and performed a moonsault at his opponent again and--

6/17 -Trying to quickly snap out of having a moment in a state of groggyness, he opened his eye to a blurry Crawley that came into focus as he was hit. Hearing his footsteps and seeing what he was about to do again, he quickly raised up his knees to let his opponent back or stomach land hard on them. He would grab on to the ropes and struggle a little bit to get back up onto his feet. Once on his feet and recovering, something came over him and released a vicious roar towards the crowd and quickly turned around towards crawley. His head was slightly low and his posture hunched over with most of his azure and platinum locks cascading the right side of his mohogany mug.The only thing his opponent would see is the sapphire eye glowing immensely and the chilly vapor quickly escaping his icy lips. He wanted to get victory with or without the help of another.-

{7/17}

(empty)

-He marched up to him as that eye continued to glow and as drew closer towards the knelt down opponent. He reached out to grab his head to hold it tight and then swiftly drove his left knee towards the center of his opponents face, the only difference, the frosted imprints of his boots trailed behind him. His body grew colder and colder as the adredaline pumped and surge throughout his body.-

Mr. Crawley Wrote:

One knee crashed into his face. Crawley's body jumped in response to the blow. Everything went hazy and bent in two different ways. He wasn't limp yet but he was somewhat unresponsive to what was going on now.

He did all he could do. A weak swing at Artix's body with his arm.

8/17 -Knocking him back onto his feet, he would catch sight of his arm being swung towards the body.If it was the opponents right arm that swung towards the body, his left arm block and quickly slide into an underhook motion passed the elbow to grip it tight under his pit. He would perform the same action either way even if it was vice versa. He would drive his head hard towards the bridge of his nose with his free hand that would quickly reach towards the back of his neck to pull him in, making it more devastating.-

{9/17}

He noticed Val going for something, ducking and twisting the body for perhaps a punch. But he couldn't do nothing about it, so he just braced himself for whatever came for him, and so he fell into the punch. Just a punch to the stomach.

Moving on.

After setting his feet on the floor, he looks to his right and thrusts the outer part of his forearm into Val's face, quite hard actually, to affect/obstruct Val's vision, also create a space/gap for targeting and then send a left straight into Val's right side of the face. 'Round the eye or temple area, whatever. He had shouted something though, when he pushed the forearm into Val's face. He shouted sumthing like ''YOU WANNA PUNCH THEN!?". Anyways...

Similar example:

The one you don't see hurts the most.

3/10

-After ramming his head into his face, he held him up a little longer to give him one more headbutt towards the face and before lifting him up for a light toss. This had set Crawleys feet inches above the canvas for a good second and what he had done was, release the underhook of the arm and quickly wrapped his arms around his opponents waist for a simple bearhug from the enraged Artix. Once in the hold, those arms of his opponent would be nearly trapped between their bodies and commence the constriction.-

{10/17}

xx_______Take it all! My Love, my anger

Valentine's was pushed away and struck by the punch. He'd spin with the momentum of the punch crouching down, and placing his hands on the ground. His lower half would left into the air, performing the splits and making using his arms to spin himself even faster. He'd turn this move into a spinning bird kick whose target was the head of Fox, going more directly for the cheek.

.: Performed with his hands on the ground. :.

_______xx And all of my sorrows!

Meanwhile, in Crawley's fight...

Quote: STRIKERESU!- Offensive

xx_______Take it all! My Love, my anger

.: OFFENSIVE/DEFENSIVE STRIKER! :.

_______xx And all of my sorrows!

xx_______Take it all! My Love, my anger

.: Wait, can two strikers be in at the same time? :.

_______xx And all of my sorrows!

Valentine Razir Hoskuo Wrote:

xx_______Take it all! My Love, my anger

.: Wait, can two strikers be in at the same time? :.

_______xx And all of my sorrows!

xx_______Take it all! My Love, my anger

.: Disregard :.

Valentine would run out into the ring as Fox would go to perform his Frog Splash. He'd move in the man's movement track and get his right fist ready. Energy would charge into the fist as he prepared his signature move, that he had just created in the last round. Valentine would jump up towards Fox, shooting his right fist up in an uppercut towards his opponent's stomach. " SHINING PUNCH!" He'd yell out in a rage as he attacked.

_______xx And all of my sorrows!

C. Fox Wrote:

((

Val, you can't striker a striker.

I'm only telling you this cuz I'm nice.)) xx_______Take it all! My Love, my anger

.: M'kay. :.

_______xx And all of my sorrows!

Striker (Offensive)

Pulling down tight against the ropes and leaning back for a good take off, Ryosuke had been prepping himself to fly...

C. Fox Wrote:

Well, he still had some time to think, considering he had pushed Val and practically knocked him away.

So, seeing this extremely unorthodox move, he reacts quickly.

He just runs back into the west side of the ropes, bounces onto them------

Off his two feet, and over the ropes to the top of the turnbuckle, and quickly following to the sky would be Ry but it wouldn't be a very long glide and after launching he'd simply pull his legs back high knee form then thrust them forward for the attack, coming in towards the side of Fox's head would be two bottom heels of bone from Rys feet aimed to smash straight into his opponents jaw.

Quickly following after that assault would be Ryosuke landing on his shoulder on the mat and rolling over outside the ring to land on his feet hoping for an escape before a counter would be made.

Missile Drop kick

EDIT: Sorry if the pics keep ****** up, photobucket keeps ****** up my gifs. I'll find another one and try again.

Meanwhile, still in Crawley's fight...with all the time paradoxing and interrupting and s**t...

He rolled out of the ring, however, he stood on the APRON. For those who don't know, it's the little edge outside/behind the ropes, where in Tag matches it's where the teammate stands, waiting to be tagged.

Anyways, standing on the Apron, he, with his left hand, holds the top rope, and with the right hand balled into a fist, he raised it and shouted:

CHESTOOOH!!!

HOOOAAAAHHH!!!

Then he jumped down and walked away.

Just doin' a little taunt with the seconds he has left.

-End Striker-

Artix Chimera Wrote:

-Leaping back up onto the ring, he begun to stare down his target while holding onto the third rope.-

{12/17} And on this day the lord sayeth unto Crawley.

"CHESTOOOOH"

And he jumped down (up) turned around, kicked back and hey. He did an aerial spinning back kick towards Artix' chest to knock him off the apron. If he raised the chair for any reason well.. y'know.

12/17

George regains consciousness in a dumpster somewhere behind the casino. The luchadore wasn't entirely sure why he was covered in garbaged and plastered in centerfolds of team Lubu's Athena, but he bet it had something to do with the "heated debate" he had earlier with his teammates.

That, and the fact that Blake and Crawley may have double suplexed him into his new backalley home.

"Sonuvabitch..." are his only words.

He got strikered. Nothing he could do about it. Considering he was moving all the time, it'd be pretty ******** hard for Shadow to exactly land both heels onto his jaws.

However, he would be getting a feetfull on the right side of his face, 'round the ear and cheek area.

Getting hit, he stumbled into the the north side of the ring, where he hung on the ropes to regain balance. His back facing south to the ring, he looks over his right shoulder, where he sees Val rushing at him to Spear.

He quickly turned around, bracing himself, but already having a plan thought out.

He technically lets himself get ''Speared'', just to counter...

By slapping on a Guillotine Choke, and possibly a full one, not a half assed one like that one fight in the frozen lake.

He basically followed his instincts, reacting as if someone tried to ''shoot" from a little long distance.

So, instead of just trying to choke Val, he aimed to crack the dude's neck, which was worse, by slightly raising his hip/waist off the canvas and arching his torso backwards and to his own left, while his left arm cranks inwards...Assuming Val's head is trapped on his left arm if we go by the "Spear" gif Val posted, unlike Fox's in that specific case.

Nothing mattered at this point now, anyways. He would peep at the clock. There was VERY little time left. Will Val fight the submission hold and escape, or will Val tap before the time runs out?

Hey, Guillotine Chokes are part of Wrestling too.

5/17